Someone, Somewhere (Sequel to The Lavery Twins)

Someone, Somewhere - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7.

A L L Y

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" Screamed Holly as she barged in through the front door, barely able to carry all her bags and overnight stuff she had with her. I was currently coming down the stairs when she came in, and I watched as she dropped all her stuff onto the floor.

"DAMN GIRL, HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO MY HOUSE?"

"Sorry, my dad held me back a few minutes so I could help him clean the kitchen. Speaking of which, darling," She threw me a smirk as she handed me a small bin. Confused, I took a peek inside and my entire mood brightened when I saw the cupcakes inside.

"ERMAGERD CERPCERKS!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down like a psychopath. Holly giggled as she reached down to pick all her stuff up.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ate like two on the way here. They're really, really, really good."

I shot her a quick grimace, before shrugging my shoulders. "Whatever. So when do you want to head out?"

"Jeez, can I settle my shit down first? Why are you so jumpy? Calm the hell down!"

I blinked as Holly stumbled past me with all her stuff, heading upstairs. I could hear her laughing to herself as I just glared at her back, watching her disappear into my room around the corner.

"Weirdo," I muttered to myself, before running up the steps to join her. Holly is seriously weird, but honestly I love her so much. I love the friendship we have, because it's like....we can honestly do whatever the hell we want around each other, and we just don't care because we're just both psychos. 

There's nothing like a friend that you can seriously be your complete self around. 

"So, I hope you plan on getting fat tonight," Holly was saying as I entered the room. She had all her bags sitting in the corner of the room, and she was currently taking money out of her wallet.

"I always plan on getting fat," I grinned, ruffling my hair. "Don't ya know, eh?" I raised my palm, wiggling my eyebrows. Holly returned my high-five, and we both laughed.

"I got 50 bucks, do you think that's enough to buy whatever we need?"

"Definitely, I'll throw in 20." I went over to my dresser, and grabbed my wallet. I don't know why I always tell people I'm poor or broke, because honestly I always happen to have some cash on me. It's kind of weird, actually.

"Okay, I'm using a hair-tie," Holly told me as she picked up a yellow hair tie from my vanity. I nodded as I tucked my money in my pocket. Holly threw her hair up in a messy, ratchet bun and turned to me dramatically.

"Am I sexy or what?"

"Hells yeah. I don't think your puff is messy enough, though. Might wanna fix it."